Sunday, January 30, 2011

I've been reading the beautiful and talented Fadra's Stream of Consciousness Sunday posts for a while and often thought it would be fun to do but never seemed to get around to it. So today, as I sit here waiting for my cookies to bake, and I had my little netbook handy, I thought the time was ripe. So here goes. The rules are simple: set a timer for 5 minutes and just brain dump. After that, there is no editing or proofreading. Which for this OCD editor is HARD, but I'm going to do it. Here goes:

So let's see, what's been going on. I've started taking Sophie to a Nature Center every Monday to take part in pre-school nature hour. Each week they have a different theme which is presented by one of a couple different guides or rangers or whatever they are. So far my favorite, because I'm juvenile was the one on SCAT. Aka poo. As always, we walked in a couple minutes late, so at first I wasn't aware what the topic was. There was a movie presentation going on and they kept showing cartoon drawings of animals pooping on the head of this little animal, I think it was a mouse or some other small woodland creature. I was only half paying attention because I was trying to corral Sophie onto the blanket at the front with the other kids, but as this poor mouse kept being pooped on, I figured it out. Now, I'm not sure what the message there was supposed to be. I think it was helping kids identify the different kinds of skat. But the message was clear to me: unless you want to get shit on your head, don't stand under the business end of a bigger animal.

Now, why couldn't I have learned that lesson sooner? Along with this one: If you see a thousand birds sitting in a tree all day? Do NOT park under that tree. (Unless you enjoy scraping an inch thick coating of bird poop off your windshield, that is.)

This made me laugh... it also reminded me of my mom's dogs. One is a mutt, no bigger than a dachshund; the other is a boxer. Yep, small dog would follow the big dog EVERYwhere, and that meant being in the unfortunate place of right under him as he peed. You'd think after it happening once, the little one would make sure not to have it happen again. But no, it happened quite a lot when he was a puppy.